El Que Se Enamora Pierde Novels & Stories

He knew she was upset with the event from the evening. "I'm not Ashton." her voice cracked while she spoke. "I'm no match for you. I'm so scared... scared that we will not be able to work it out together." Tears started sliding down her cheeks. "Hey shh.. Shh.." He shushed her. "You are thinking too much honey. You are the first girl who was able to capture my heart and believe me when I say this, I don't give my heart to anyone so easily." he replied wiping her tears. "They will come to understand why I love you so much, baby. You are so precious. All I can do is promise to make it my life mission to keep you happy."

As the saying goes, you only realize you lost a diamond once it's gone. "Really?" he asked, still in disbelief that I love Fabian more than him. His eyes were almost brimming with tears, yet he managed to restrain them. The raw emotion in his voice tugged at my heart, revealing the depth of his feelings but my heart flutter with someone else now.

The strong woman that had raised me on her own, taught me right from wrong and most of all, taught me what love is. “¿Por enamorarte o por lesionarte?” (For falling in love or for getting injured?) I thought about it for a moment, about how lost I felt without Emiliana and how complete I was. Something about the way we kissed, the way she fit against me like the missing piece to my jigsaw puzzle. “Por ambos.” (For both.) The ridiculous realisation that I had irrevocably fallen for Emiliana finally sank in. “Así que sí la amas!” (So you do love her!) I sighed loudly, shaking my head at the notion. I could still remember the conversation we had, of my father’s words. ‘No romance.’

So I tell him the truth. "That whole thing about 'it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' is bullshit," I admit, my voice raw with emotion. "Believing you have something special and then seeing it disappear in front of your eyes is far worse. If I'm going to end up in a loveless marriage, I'd rather not start off with the illusion that it's more." He seems to understand, nodding slowly. "You won't miss what you never had."

"You look like the one everyone steps on. You're smart, so they use you—for assignments, grades, whatever." Each sentence landed like a slap. My chest tightened. The veins at my temple throbbed. He wasn’t raising his voice, but it felt like he was tearing me down with every word. "Babe, listen. I say all this for your benefit," he added, reaching for my hands, cupping them gently like he hadn’t just ripped me open. "No one has your best interest at heart like I do." He kissed me—deep, lingering. And even though my heart still hurt, I let it happen. Because in some twisted way, I believed him. He loved me, right? That had to mean something. This man… he was a gift from God.

"Brody, it's alright if you still have feelings for Lara. After all, she was the one who stayed with you through those hardest days." The words struck Brody's most sensitive nerve. He suddenly pulled Ellie into his arms, the movement carrying an unquestionable force. "That kind of woman who'd betray everything for money? I feel sick just looking at her!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire silent courtroom. "The only person I love now is you, Ellie." He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then raised his eyes and swept his icy gaze across the entire room. "Today, I'm going to make everyone see those filthy transactions in her memories. I'm going to na

Ace why am I not sleeping with you? I ask trying to change the subject, but also trying to find answers. 'I can't deal with this right now I need to go to work.' he says then he grabbed his suitcase and left. **Falling in love is like holding a candle. Initially it tightens up the world around you. Then it starts melting and hurts you. Finally it goes off and everything is darker than ever and all you are left with is the... Burn! - Syed Arshad **

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

The happy moments I thought we shared and the sparks, was it all just my fantasy? It would seem so but I don't even have the right to be mad, do I? He warned me before, he's incapable of loving anyone but I chose not to listen thinking I could change him but I've finally learnt my lesson. You can never change a person no matter how hard you try. If they truly love you, they'll change themselves just to be with you. The sad thing is, I've lost myself in the process. My heart is completely shattered, I'll never be able to love again.

And maybe that's what I liked about Harvey, because he was a practical man, who was affectionate when he had to be, without being cheesy. I confess that there was a time when I dreamed of the arrival of my prince charming, of falling madly in love with a man who would say nice things to me, who would give me flowers and chocolates, who would delight me with poems and serenades at midnight; who would heal my heart. She longed to love and be loved as intensely as I did. And every time I met someone, I made the mistake of clinging and giving myself body and soul. At first everything was beautiful, but the magic only lasted a few days. Eventually, they shattered each and every one of my illusion